Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.